BURNING WHITE

 SMILE OF THE GIRL WAS SOMEWHERE LOST,

INTO THE WORLD OF DAZZLING THOUGHTS.

SHE WANTED TO CRY,

PAST ASKED HER TO FLY.

SHE WANTED TO BE A SLAVE,

PAST TAUGHT HER TO BE BRAVE.

WHY SHE HAS TO GROW ?

WAS THE QUESTION .

DESIRE TO BE YOUNG,

WAS THE SOLUTION.

TREMBLING UP AND DOWN SHE WALKED THE LADDER,

TREMBLED DOWN WITH GOOMPS ON HER SHOULDER.

MEMORIES STOOD BY TO HEEL THE WOUNDS ,

TAKE HER OFF THE SAD MOODS .

THEY GAVE HER WINGS TO FLY,

LOOK BACK AT THEM WHEN SHE CRY.